The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I The fjord town of Norel was waking, the karst towers of the old quarry face looming over the slate roofs like broken teeth in a jaw that would not close, while the Ministry of Internal Security hummed its low, electric frequency through the district’s veins. Sven Lindqvist, thirty-two, stood at the crossing on Strandveien, his orange vest a bright, useless wound against the grey drizzle...

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